“Well, then leave me to it. Work out your referred lust on Brendan and then shower in de-scenter and come and relieve me. A true alpha doesn’t walk past—”
“The weak. Got it.”
The door clicked closed, and then a heavy weight settled around me, a long sigh escaping my lips in response.
“You’ll be OK, omega. Everything will be OK.”
I woke later to an almost oppressive heat and the sound of porn. My eyelids fluttered. I looked around me, seeing the unfamiliar room with its bland pale grey walls and darker carpet, and frowned. My head jerked up, and as a result, I saw him and them.
Rhys sat with his back against the wall, a hand on my shoulder as he watched the big TV that dominated the space in front of him. My body was coiled around his, hence the heat. He lay there in just a pair of footy shorts, a fucking massive cock snaking over his hips. And the porn soundtrack? Oh, there was no Pornhub here. On the screen, Orion held Brendan down as he rutted inside him, slamming his dick deep to the sound of their open-mouthed groans. His cock dripped a steady stream of pre-cum onto the smooth concrete floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The door had slammed open, Marcus striding in, but the 4K resolution flat screen caught the moment he lost control in perfect detail. Those eyes took in the two of them, the way they were brutally fucking, and his hand was at his neck, loosening his tie and wrapping it around Brendan’s wrists, yanking it tight.
“What did he do?” Marcus asked Orion.
“Not now,” he replied, hauling Brendan up and pressing the most tender of kisses to the back of his neck, making the other man groan harder.
“Not now?” Marcus’ voice was imperious as he bent down, taking those bound wrists in his and then running his tongue down one finger. “Fuck, what the…? That fucking taste.” He licked and sucked his lover’s fingers like a greedy little boy.
“Suck him off,” Orion snapped. “I’m gonna blow.”
“Yes, alpha,” Marcus almost sneered, but drop he did, Brendan letting out an awful sound the moment Marcus’ full lips connected with the aching end of his cock. Brendan’s hips surged forward, his bound wrists stopping him from face fucking Marcus, but he tried with jerky, desperate little movements that Marcus rode with aplomb, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the other man off.
“Jesus, Orion, I’m coming!” Brendan snarled, his whole body going rigid, every muscle flexing as he emptied down his lover’s throat. That seemed to tip Orion over the edge, his teeth digging into Brendan’s shoulder as he followed him down.
Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, walking around the two of them, inspecting those two beautifully naked bodies, but it was their still twitching dicks that caught his attention. He stepped between them, his hands grabbing each of them around the base, them squirming at the touch.
“Fuck, alpha, yes…” Brendan moaned.
“You’re rampant, both of you.” He pulled his hands away, wiping them on a silk handkerchief he drew from his pocket. “Anyone want to explain to me what’s tipped my mates over into an almost rut? Did you pick up some of that dodgy eastern European E again? In which case, where’s mine?”
The two of them just panted, their hard-ons not dissipating for a second.
“You know what’s got us riled,” Orion replied, tossing his dark hair out of his eyes. “You can smell her.”
“I know I can smell her. I scented her hot little cunt last night, so I’m well acquainted with that perfume. My question is, how did her slick get on my lover’s fingers?”
“I fucked up,” Brendan rasped, straightening up. “I took her to Mum and Dad’s, and I fucked up.”
“I suspect there were more steps involved in that story, or we have been seriously missing out by not going around to your parents’ place, but right now, I don’t want to hear them. Get on your knees, Bren.”
“Yes, alpha,” the other man said, falling heavily down on the concrete floor, his hand going to Marcus’ cock, then his own.
“Don’t come. You won’t come until mine is down your throat and the whole story is out in the open. Do you hear me?” Marcus pulled back, his dick exiting Brendan’s mouth with a pop. “Do you hear me?”
“Fuck yes, alpha.”
A frown formed on Marcus’ face as he cradled Brendan’s head in his hands, looking over the top of it to meet Orion’s eyes.
“You said you had this handled…” The words fell away to a hiss, Marcus’ neck twisting at the feel of Brendan’s mouth. “What if we go into rut? Right as…”
“We’ll take suppressants, fuck the cunt raw of every beta selling in the club. We’ll work something out, love.”
And with that, Orion sandwiched Brendan between the two of them as they leaned over and kissed each other’s lips.
It was the restive little scissoring of my thighs that made Rhys realise I was awake. His eyes were just as fixed on the screen as mine were, unable to look away. And why would you? It was like some kind of savage avant-garde ballet, where the dancers made movements with their bodies I didn’t understand but something inside me longed to. There was no softness there, no sweetness, only harsh alpha energy.